Burbling streams
Babbling brooks
Comforters and friends
Listen to all
Tell none
Soothing away hurt
Bringing peace
Laughter in joy
Tears in sorrow
All are given
To the water
The tiny rill
And roaring river
Listen to my soul
the water moving
Washes hearts clean
My tears add
To the language
Of cascading companions
Their blessed comfort
Is priceless
A contest entry
- waterfalls by starwing.
600 points, ended August 24, 2007, 13 entries
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Comments
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this is speaking to my soul...love how you captured the essence of what ALL forms of water can mean..bravo...nicely done...peace and harmony..desi

